Oh gosh. I just want to express how very sorry I am for neglecting this story for so long. School has been busy (mostly because of my crappy science teacher). I fished the show I was in and survived my 3 weeks of almost non-stop performances (no joke. Choir concert, then 4 days later a singing competition and then 3 days later was tech week and then that Friday and Saturday was a show and then the next Friday and Saturday was a show.) But all that is done and it's calmed down now. I'm in the winter show, but rehearsals are an hour twice a week, so I should have plenty of time to write.

This chapter is not what I originally had planned for this prompt, but eh whatever. I'm sorry if it's bad. Can I claim that I'm just getting back in the swing of writing?

Let me know if you want Monday/possible Thursday updates for the rest of the year or a chapter a day (except tomorrow and Sunday's) until Christmas!

Disclaimer: I'm sure Rick wouldn't have left his story alone so long. I'm sorry.


I looked over at my husband of over 50 years. Although we've both gone grey, gained wrinkles, and just aren't as young as we once were, he's still the most handsome man I've ever seen.

He catches me staring. If I had been my younger self, I probably would have blushed and looked away. But I'm not. Instead I keep staring, not breaking eye contact with the live of my life.

He smirks slightly, showing off his teeth, still white like pearls. As if sensing what my desire for that moment, he pulled me into his lap and held me there, reminding me of our youth. Reminding me of the days when we could leave each other's arms for dear of losing one another.

From my position in his arms, I gazed up lovingly into his sea green eyes. I've seen them filled with anger, with hatred, with fear, but right now, in this moment, all I can see in them is love.

I couldn't help myself. I grabbed his face and brought it down to mine. The taste of his lips have stayed the same after all this time. Salty, like the ocean, but with a sweet element, like the blue cookies his mother would make. As our lips melted together, it brought back memories of days long ago. Our first kiss on the mountain, hoping he wouldn't die. The kiss I like to think of as our first, in the lake at camp after officially becoming a couple. And every kiss after that, still special, still wonderful.

He pulls away after a few minutes and I open my eyes. Instead of smirking at me, he's giving me his signature lopsided smile. That boy makes me wish that we had admitted our feelings for each other sooner so I could've enjoyed him for even longer.

He's scooting me off his lap now and onto the bench. Before I could question why, he's turned on music and extended his hand down to me. I smile, take it, and he pulls me to my feet.

I don't remember when it started, but the two of us have grown fond of dancing on the porch in each other's arms, feeling the warmth of our partner and swaying to the music.

We dance to a few songs, but the night air grows colder and we have to head inside. I make my way to the door, but before I can even open it I feel strong arms lift me off my feet. I laugh at his romantic gestures, but each and every one of them make my heart sing, knowing they are only for me.

We clean up the kitchen, and while I'm washing dishes in the sink, out of the corner of my eye I see him freeze up and grip the back of a chair. The sight makes me want to cry because haven't we suffered enough? This always happens. Right when we both think that the past torments are behind us, one of us has a flashback, an attack.

I drop the dishes in the sink and before even wiping my hands I rush over to him. I wrap my arms around his middle and whisper words of comfort in his ear, anything to get him out of e– that place.

I am finally able to pull him out of that terrifying place. We cry into each other's arms for what seems like hours. After we both calm down we decide to deal with the dishes tomorrow and turn in for the night.

When we're settled in bed, curled up tighter than normal, I realize that it's going to be a rough night, perhaps even a rough week. But we'll make it through. We always do, as long as we're together.


I apologize again for the bad quality and the show update. I promise I'll be better in the future. Please drop me a review and/or answer to my question of the chapter!

QOTC: After I finish this fanfiction, what would you like to see me write? It can be for this fandom or for a different fandom.

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Ciao!